Ramblings of a Desiccated Mind

I may be a bad writer, but you are not a good rodent.

You obviously have a learning disability, otherwise you'd have understood that, unless my story is in your inbox for your consideration for your shitty anthology, then I don't care what you have to say.

It pains me to even have to step out here to deal with you again, and a greater man than I would have ignored you outright.

Your criticisms are about as pedestrian as I can imagine, and if that's the kind of thing you want to read there are plenty of writers out there who'll spoon feed your plot to you, tuck you into bed, and make sure they indulge you in a tidy ending, so why don't you go to their message boards and suck their cocks/clits rather than putting so much of your energy into showing me my shortcomings.

If you mention James Newman again I am going to find your IP address and have you prosecuted for slander.

You are an uninvited guest who is intent on trying to embarrass me, humiliate me, and discredit me, and I have done nothing to you -- that is the proof of how pathetic and needy I am. I never forced you to look at my work. I never said anything to anyone that could have provoked this. I never got involved in your life in any way, but you seem intent to become a part of mine.

And if i have done something to offend you personally (and, please, don't counter with anything so trite as "your writing offends me," that would be redundant, and I clearly have so much to learn from you and your English teacher), I wish you would deal with that instead of this passive aggressive bullshit you're pulling designed to "help me." I don't want your help.

You're nothing to me.

Just another selfish, hurtful little rodent that has his or her head shoved so far up his or her ass you don't know why it's dark.

I wish I could ignore you, but you want me to engage you so I'm going to indulge you for a little while, but only on this thread, elsewhere you'll be ignored. That's why you came back, Little Rat. You want me to hate you.

I don't.

I don't hate you at all, Little Rat.

I pity you, and I'll tell you why:

In all your 15 years of wisdom, there is something you know nothing about, and it's apparent from the arrogance you display with your posts, and your superior attitude.

You have no humility.

When you learn those lessons, Little Rat, then tell me about how a proper story is supposed to finish.

Hey, to all my new friends, leave me and Little Rat alone in this thread.

We, apparently, have business to attend to.

Let's go, Little Rat.

Finish it.

A friend of mine makes a good point which my own naievete(sp?) seemed to be ignorant of:

You're reposting copyrighted material.

Looks like I may be looking for your IP address after all.

Here's the rest of his speutum:

Oh, please, no need to be afraid of someone who can't outrun me, Grampy!
you sexless welfare recipient.

Heh, heh, this was so easy. Btw, I so LOVE your story, titled: THE
JEWELER.

Pleasant dreams.

PS Patting myself on the back, I am, the KID.
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That's it.

yep.

One person.

One little brat kid who thinks he can intimidate the dead.

One bratty, shitty little person closed off the comments because I don't have the time to waste on this . . . were my time water, and he dying of thirst in the desert, I would not share my time with him.

One shitty little loudmouth fucked it up for me and anybody who had a little fun here this past week.

He must be a fucking Christian.

I enjoyed some of the chats this week, and I appreciate anyone here who posted with civility and without anonymity regardless of what you thought of my work.

It's too bad one little fuckrag with an unspecified vendetta had to screw up some possibly interesting conversation for me and the rest of you who enjoyed poking around here.

He thinks he's "won," because that's important to him . . . of course, I don't know if it's a him -- women, even immature women, don't act like that though, so I can only assume it's a little boy.

I really can't do anything about his abuse. All I can do is whine about it and make empty threats. But I can dump his e-mail as he goes fishing through the journal trying to find another open spot for me to notice him, and I can flat out delete and ban him from the message boards that no one uses (hint hint).

I really wish you would stop posting your nonesense, please, because it's clogging up this bandwith, and that is very selfish of you. I have turned off my comments because I am clearly your intellectual inferior, and I will not be slayed by your rapier wit.

You win.

you are wonderful and will be a brilliant writer some day and I have learned so much from you, child, that I wish I had anywhere near your perspective, knowledge, or anything else that you have that makes you so superior to me at your tender age of 15.

Your parents clearly raised you well, and your mother doesn't wear combat boots.

When you do get to the professional writer's ranks, please be sure to behave with your peers exactly as you have with me -- you'll go far, I promise, you'll be everybody's most favorite individual.

If you ever see me in public, please make sure to introduce yourself . . . and then you'll find out just how fast I can run.